"Miss Trevanion's maid, sir—a new maid; and Mrs Mole blabbed to my young lady, and so she took fright, and insisted on coming to town. And Lady Castleton, who is ill herself in bed, could not keep her, I suppose—especially as Henry said, though he ought to have known better, 'that she would be in time to arrive before my lady set off.' Poor Miss Trevanion was so disappointed when she found her mamma gone. And then she would order fresh horses, and would go on, though Mrs Bates (the housekeeper, you know, sir) was very angry with Mrs Mole, who encouraged Miss; and—"
"Good heavens! Why did not Mrs Bates go with her?"
"Why, sir, you know how old Mrs Bates is, and my young lady is always so kind that she would not hear of it, as she is going to travel night and day; and Mrs Mole said she had gone all over the world with her last lady, and that—"
"I see it all. Where is Mr Gower?"
"Mr Gower, sir!"
"Yes! Can't you answer?"
"Why, with Mr Trevanion, I believe, sir."
"In the north—what is the address?"
"Lord N——, C—— Hall, near W——"
I heard no more.